Why does it always
Feel like something's missing
I'm out on a boat
And I'm fishing
And though
I have a rope
I still shiver
Asking my giver
Why he leaves me
With such emptiness
As if I was lacking
In holiness
And at any moment
A crackling
Could send me crumbling
Is this all
Just some humbling
A time of being lost
A time of
Being lost
A time of
Being lost